I sometimes rise, I give a thousand tumbles
I sometimes contain myself after open doors
I sometimes count you because this silence
And it is that I am sometimes yours and sometimes of the wind
Sometimes of a thread and sometimes of a hundred
And there are times, my life, I swear you that I think:
for that is so difficult to feel as I sit down?
To feel like I sit down! that it is difficult!
I sometimes look at you and you sometimes leave yourself
You lend me your wings, you revise your prints
Sometimes for everything although you never fail me
I am sometimes yours and sometimes of anybody
I sometimes swear seriously you that I sit down,
Not to give you the whole life, to occur alone those moments
for that is so difficult?... to live alone that is...
To live, alone that is... for that is so difficult?
When nobody sees me
I can be or not to be when nobody sees me
I put the world to the you review
When nobody sees me it doesn‘t limit my skin
When nobody sees me
I can be or not to be
When nobody sees me
I sometimes rise, I give a thousand tumbles
I sometimes contain myself after open doors
I sometimes count you for that this silence
And it is that I am sometimes yours and sometimes of the wind
I write you from the centers of my own existence
Where the longings, the infinite essence are born
There are things very yours that I don‘t understand
And there are things so mine, but it is that I don‘t see them
I suppose that I think that I don‘t have them
I don‘t understand my life, they light the verses
That to dark I can you, I sit down it I don‘t guess right
Don‘t light the lights that I have nudes,
The soul and the body
When nobody sees me
I can be or not to be
When nobody sees me
I resemble your skin
When nobody sees me
I also think of her
When nobody sees me,
I can be or not to be
When nobody sees me
I can be or not to be
When nobody sees me,
It doesn‘t limit my skin
When nobody sees me
I can be or not to be
When nobody sees me
It doesn‘t limit my skin
I can be, I can be or not to be
When nobody sees me
I sometimes rise, I give a thousand tumbles
I lock you in my eyes
After open doors
I sometimes count you for that this silence
And it is that I am sometimes yours and sometimes...
Of the wind
Sometimes of the wind
And sometimes of the time...
And sometimes of the time...